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Post by Daos on Jan 21, 2018 14:49:51 GMT -8
"I'm sure there are numerous portals that lead to your world," Iroas says, carefully considering his words. "The problem is finding out where they are. Your world is...not particularly well known. There is little reason for anyone here to want to visit it...no offense intended. So finding anyone who knows of such a portal will be the real challenge. It will take patience and...likely a large sum of jink, but I'm sure someone knows the way back." He tried to sound hopeful, but deep down he felt the odds were too abysmal to consider.
When the woman walks in, Iroas is more surprised than anything, that someone--a customer?--had actually shown up. Tiriara is quicker to react, and he's happy to let her take the lead. She seems to better deal with others than he does. Still, he does add, "I am Iroas," before moseying over to hear what the woman has to say. He looks her over curiously, trying to identify her race and anything else that might tell him more about her.
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Post by Snacs on Jan 22, 2018 6:37:07 GMT -8
Tiriara was on the verge of saying something to her home world...mate when she noticed the woman step inside their humble business/home. "Ah!" she said cheerfully as she stands from the chair she was sitting in. Gracefully, she walks over to the woman in question, and motions for her to take a seat anywhere in the couple of chairs that were clean and provided for potential customers, which Tiriara was assuming she was one. "Welcome to the Hyperion," she says. "Please, take a seat, make yourself comfortable, and tell us how we might be of help to you today." When the woman walks in, Iroas is more surprised than anything, that someone--a customer?--had actually shown up. Tiriara is quicker to react, and he's happy to let her take the lead. She seems to better deal with others than he does. Still, he does add, "I am Iroas," before moseying over to hear what the woman has to say. He looks her over curiously, trying to identify her race and anything else that might tell him more about her. Ophelia lets the woman usher her into a chair, after setting down a heavy pack and a tall bow down near the closest table. She sits primly, regarding the strange cavalcade of figures in the Hyperion with just a small amount of hesitation. Up close, Tiriara can see the woman's eyes feature a striking, rose-colored iris. "Oh, thank you."She opens her mouth to speak when Iroas introduces himself, turning the movement of her lips into a small, stunning smile. The smile reveals a small set of sharp, gleaming fangs amid her perfectly shaped teeth. "My name is Ophelia. I've only been in Sigil for a short time just yet, but a friend of mine asked me to do a favor for him, delivering potions to him on Ysgard." She uses one long leg to gently nudge her backpack, which gently clinks in explanation. "Only..."She sucks in a breath and bites down on her lower lip."It sounds stupid but-I feel like somethings been following me. I don't know what it is or what it wants, but it has me worried." She leans forward towards Iroas and Tirara in earnest plea. The effect is rather breath-taking. "I..now I don't have much coin, but I'll pay what I can. Just to take me there and back. I wouldn't want to leave my friend worrying if anything happened to me!"
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Post by GravityEmblem on Jan 22, 2018 7:36:56 GMT -8
"So...Ioras..." Jason says nervously. "I'm pretty hungry. Do you know where can I get something for...breakfast...? Is there even night and day here?"
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Post by Snacs on Jan 22, 2018 7:48:50 GMT -8
"So...Ioras..." Jason says nervously. "I'm pretty hungry. Do you know where can I get something for...breakfast...? Is there even night and day here?" Ophelia perks up at that question. "I hope this isn't too forward, but I'm a halfway decent cook. It could be a way to pay for some of my request?" She asks shyly but quickly.
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Post by Ezeze on Jan 22, 2018 9:16:56 GMT -8
Mas'erin scowls, arms crossed, and leans back in his chair. The drow has seen enough half-demons in the Underdark to know what he's looking at, but this one is acting differently. Nothing in Sigil has behaved quite like he has expected it to.
He'll let the others ask their questions first, before he chimes in with his own.
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Post by notARobot on Jan 22, 2018 10:13:21 GMT -8
A look of dismay crosses Sebastian's face as Irons answers his question, but it lingers there only briefly. After scarcely a handful of heartbeats pass, there is a sudden knock at the front door, prefacing the entrance of the unnamed detective agency's first client.
Sebastian's eyes take in the sultry maiden for mere moments before he tears his gaze away, and he proceeds to stare intently at the opposite corner of the room. Anyone paying particular attention to the man would notice that his cheeks have taken on a slightly rosy hue.
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Post by Daos on Jan 22, 2018 12:36:28 GMT -8
"I stocked up on supplies recently," Iroas tells Jason. "Should be plenty of food in the kitchen's pantry. Unless you want to hit up a tavern. But I wouldn't recommend eating anything served in the Hive if you can help it. And yes, Sigil has a day and night cycle. It's 'morning' for what that's worth." Looking back to Ophelia, he says, "So you're looking for basic escort to Ysgard? Sounds simple enough. Is there a portal here in Sigil your using, or you traveling through Glorium?" ŇŰŭşűĞŵŧŪŪĞųűţĞłţŲţšŲĞŃŴŧŪĞŭŬĞōŮŦţŪŧşĬØ
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Post by Ezeze on Jan 22, 2018 12:41:30 GMT -8
"What makes you think something is following you?" Mas'erin interjects - the first thing he has said to the woman. He blurts it out, interrupting before Iroas can go promising that they'll help the woman. Better to know what kind of trouble they are getting into before they're committed. "What kind of friend - and what kind of potion?"
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Post by GravityEmblem on Jan 22, 2018 16:22:35 GMT -8
Jason thanks Iroas and makes his way to the pantry. When he gets there, he takes part of a loaf of bread, as well as some cheese, and returns the the common room and starts eating.
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Post by HorizonsDream on Jan 22, 2018 16:23:39 GMT -8
Tiriara looks almost in dismay upon listening to her new roommates. They were not looking or sounding very professional, but it seems as if their customer hasn't noticed (or has decided to not comment on the fact at the very least) which puts Tiriara ease until Ophelia mentions cooking as a form of payment. "Typically, we do accept coin for our services," she comments as gently as possible. They are not going to survive for very long without getting paid actual coin.
She turns her attention from their guest to look at Mas'erin. "Why do we need to know anything about her friend?" she asks curiously. "I understand the need to be cautious, but that might be a bit much." Obviously, she is trying to be nice to the hopefully paying customer by acting like she doesn't want to pry too deeply into the woman's business. In all honesty, she agrees with Mas'erin on the question (not that she would ever admit to such a thing) because the woman has a set of fangs to accompany her pretty smile, and that is very off putting.
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Post by Snacs on Jan 23, 2018 9:00:36 GMT -8
"Yes. I know where to go and I have a key to open it here in Sigil. It'll take us directly to Kvalsund, which is the place I was told to meet him at." She twists in her seat to look at Mas'erin, then back at Tiriara as the two argue briefly over the merits of questioning her.
"It's alright, I don't mind answering. They're perfectly reasonable questions. My friend is a mage named Culder Dag. He's a friend of my Father and a good man." She shifts and hooks her backpack with one long leg, gently dragging it closer to flip open the top flap. Inside is a small brace of potions wrapped in leather thongs to keep them from shifting too much.
"They're healing potions. Culder has to get them special-made because he can't stand the taste of normal ones. I think these are...grape flavored? I remember them, they're bubbly and tickle your nose when you drink them."Her soft giggle at the memory floats on the air like wind chimes. She frowns though as she she thinks about how to answer the other question asked.
"As to what, I don't even know. I'm new to Sigil, so it might just be nervousness. I've never seen anything. Just...I get the feeling I'm being followed, that something's chasing me. I'm sorry that's so vague but really that's all I know."She sighs and shakes her head irritably.
As Tiriara keeps speaking she stiffens up, shaking her head.
"Oh, no! I wasn't suggesting that. I admit, I do not have a lot of coin but I have every intention of being a paying customer!" She glances around at their dilapidated environment, and the distinct lack of customers beyond herself pointedly.
"...Now I don't mean to be rude, but I was told that you were um, facing a current dearth of customers." Her dusky skin flushes softly at her own impropriety at the statement, but something about the elf's comments and attitude had rubbed her the wrong way. She turned her head to face Iroas instead, her rose-colored eyes full and imploring."So i was hoping we could help each other."
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Post by Ezeze on Jan 23, 2018 10:49:38 GMT -8
Mas'erin doesn't say anything when Tiriana contradicts him. He lets her, eyes dropping to the floor submissively. There are other questions he wants to ask, but he wont if it means challenging the priestess. "That is vague" Mas'erin agrees with Ophelia's statement. She is a pretty lady carrying expensive cargo. It was enough to get her jumped if she spent too long wandering around in the Hive - but followed? "Negotiations are Iroas's department" the drow thumbs at the aasimar. That's the extent of what he has to say on the subject and he demonstrates that by pushing himself to his feet. It's an easy, graceful movement; he plants his feet on the ground and pours himself on top of them until he is standing straight. He doesn't explain where he is going or why, just secures his rifle to his back - strapped through two loops on his bandolier there the way some men might carry a bastard sword - and walks towards the front door. Half way there he flickers to invisibility, but the door opens and closes to let him out. Once outside and invisible Mas'erin leans casually against the side of the Hyperion, hand on the hilt of his sword. The woman thought she was being followed. Maybe she was. He scanned the street, and the windows and roofs of nearby buildings, to see if anyone was paying undue attention to the little agency - as if they were waiting for a certain young lady to come out, for example. (ooc: I'm not sure what kind of check to give you for this, Jherek Everfull . There isn't a 'perception' or 'search' skill in 2nd ed. I'd argue that you should let me use Trailing since it covers "the talent of tailing someone ... though they may be attempting to blend into a crowd, or at least get lost in the confusion of a street full of people." and on the off chance you agree; IvT4Tcw81d20 vs 18 ) 1d20
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Post by HorizonsDream on Jan 23, 2018 14:56:09 GMT -8
"The feeling of being followed in this place doesn't sound too far fetched," Tirirara says thoughtfully. She looks to Iroas, as this was ultimately up to him as how they were to handle this situation.
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Post by Daos on Jan 23, 2018 15:25:30 GMT -8
Iroas crosses his arms and nods. "Alright. We'll accept the job. We can work out payment when it's done; depending on how much trouble, if any, we run into along the way. When are you ready to leave?" he asks Ophelia.
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Post by notARobot on Jan 23, 2018 18:47:13 GMT -8
As Ophelia begins describing the details of the job, Sebastian's scholarly habits seem to overcome his debilitating shyness. He retrieves a blank piece of parchment, a quill, and a vial of ink from one of his many pouches, and begins scribbling. He interrupts his jotting several times to quiz the room about the terms which are unfamiliar to him.
"Ys...gard. Can someone spell that for me? ...is that another city like Sigil?"
"Glor...i...um. That would be a country or nation-state lying between here and Ysgard, I take it?"
"Kval...sund. Oh dear...do they even speak the Common tongue, in a place with a name like that? Or is that a tavern or some-such where we're to meet Mister, um, Dag?"
So enraptured is Sebastian with his meticulous note-taking that he completely fails to notice when Mas'erin turns invisible and walks out the front door of the Hyperion.
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